Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

The young man didn't even glance at the corpses on the ground. He simply and slowly took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped them. After putting them back on, he finally glanced at the few people he had just killed, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

“Such base and wicked existences like you would have long been wiped out in the world created by that Lord.”

Chapter 469: Magical Milk, The Trio's Investigation

Later that evening, in a hotel room in Kyoto.

“Mmm…”

Shoko Muginohara pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of her lips, while also making an extremely alluring gesture, using her little finger to scrape off the remaining milk from the corner of her lips, and then put it into her mouth.

Immediately afterward, she raised her hand and covered her chest, feeling as if a strange power was repairing her heart.

“Is this… the power of special training…?”

Although she hadn't undergone a professional examination at the hospital yet, Shoko Muginohara was certain that her congenital heart disease had been cured.

The reason was simple.

Shoko Muginohara felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest at this moment.

With such a fast heart rate, if she were still suffering from congenital heart disease, she would probably already be unconscious or even in mortal danger.

But since she wasn't, it meant that her heart had been cured.

Sure enough, the plan originally proposed by Rio Futaba was indeed feasible, it was just that the time… was a bit too long.

“Um, Nadeshiko…?”

Shoko Muginohara raised her face, her eyes filled with a pitiful, endearing look, yet also possessing a kind of docile mix that made people want to bully her severely, her face flushed, not knowing whether it was because of her bold act of drinking milk just now, or because the bathroom was filled with misty air and the temperature was too high.

“Wh-what… should I do next?”

Nadeshiko stroked Shoko Muginohara's head and said with a smile.

“Put your hair up.”

Shoko Muginohara pursed her lips, took a hair tie from the sink next to her, and very obediently tied up her hair. Then, she looked up, like a little girl waiting for her parents to praise her, and shyly asked.

“Is… is it like this?”

“That's right, just like that. Continue the previous action, but this time, you need to use… understand?”

Shoko Muginohara nodded as if she understood, then lowered her head again, like a little lamb drinking water by the river, sticking out her pink tongue and licking.

… …

The next morning.

Shoko Muginohara, who had been tossed around all night, finally understood why Yui Yuigahama had shown that kind of shy, expectant, yet slightly nervous and fearful expression when discussing doing such embarrassing things with Nadeshiko.

This was completely an opponent she couldn't defeat alone…

No, both sides were completely not in the same league.

At the beginning, Shoko Muginohara could barely respond to Nadeshiko's offensive, although she was completely suppressed, she could at least put up some resistance.

Later on…

There were positions like pulling her hair from behind, hugging her from the front, and even hugging her from behind with her back turned, which made Shoko Muginohara feel extremely embarrassed.

She was completely no match for Nadeshiko.

Shoko Muginohara was already exhausted and just wanted to lie in bed and sleep soundly.

Seeing this, Nadeshiko didn't disturb her, but returned to the Supernatural Society's apartment building to change clothes, and then came to a coffee shop in Kyoto.

As soon as he entered, he saw Yumiko Miura sitting there alone, holding a coffee cup in both hands, looking down, appearing somewhat nervous.

“What's wrong, are you nervous?”

Hearing Nadeshiko's voice, Yumiko Miura came back to her senses, raised her head, and saw that he was the only one. First, she forced a smile, and then said somewhat at a loss.

“Um… are you the only one who came…?”

Yumiko Miura suddenly felt extremely nervous. She originally thought that Yui Yuigahama would also come along, but she didn't expect that they would be alone together?

What should she do?

How should she communicate with Nadeshiko?

“What's wrong, do you need a guardian?”

Nadeshiko sat directly across the table, pushed aside the steaming black coffee in front of him, and took out a bottle from his pocket…

…Iced Coca-Cola.

Although Yumiko Miura didn't quite understand why Nadeshiko would choose to bring his own Coke when there were other drinks besides coffee in the coffee shop, but since she couldn't understand it, she didn't intend to ask any further. Anyway, with the other party's personality, if she acted too normal and formal at this time, she would feel that something was wrong.

“Cough cough, well, um…”

Yumiko Miura coughed lightly twice, adjusted her emotions, and slowly said.

“Let me briefly introduce the current situation.”

“Besides myself, the people participating in the student council president election this time, among the more famous ones, is the first-year student Iroha Isshiki. Of course, this is only because she looks very cute and is very popular among the male students in the school. If you really want to say who has the highest chance of winning now… you've also met that person, our classmate Hayato Hayama. He should be the most hopeful of being elected at this stage.”

“Hayama…?”

Nadeshiko nodded noncommittally, not giving a direct evaluation, but instead asked with a smile.

“Then, what kind of advantages do you think you have compared to Hayama that can make you a more qualified student council president than him?”

Yumiko Miura couldn't help but fall silent upon hearing this question. After a long while, she showed a look of dejection and murmured.

“I… I don't seem to have any advantages. Whether it's grades, personality, or popularity… I can't compare to Hayama as a student council president.”

“Ah, far from it.”

Just as Yumiko Miura thought that Nadeshiko was going to say something comforting, she heard the other party say bluntly.

“Look, you have a clear understanding of your own strength, don't you? The advantage is with you.”

Yumiko Miura: “…Can you not say it so bluntly, okay?”

Nadeshiko smiled nonchalantly, then changed the subject, seemingly asking with some curiosity.

“However, I really didn't expect you to be able to say such a thing.”

“What kind of thing?”

Nadeshiko opened the tab of the Coca-Cola can, making a light crackling sound. Amidst the sound of carbonation fizzing, he picked it up and took a sip, then slowly and leisurely said.

“I originally thought that, according to your personality, you would think that no one could compete with you, and you would definitely be elected. But, since you've come to ask for our assistance… right?”

“Yeah…”

Yumiko Miura pursed her lips, lacking the absolute confidence she usually exuded in class, and instead appeared somewhat timid.

“I… I don’t know why… why I want to become the student council president, but I understand that being the center of a group of girls in class and being a student council president responsible for the entire school are two things that cannot be compared at all. No… being the center of a group of girls is completely meaningless.”

“Indeed, it has no meaning. It’s not proof of ability.”

Yozora didn't refute her, but directly acknowledged Yumiko Miura's point of view, and then said something that Yumiko Miura had never heard before, but made her thoughtful.

“Actually, are you really the center of your class's group of girls? I don't think so.”

“It's just because your personality is too strong.”

“People with overly strong personalities, in interpersonal interactions, either establish so-called friendships, making others unconsciously cooperate with you, or their personalities are incompatible, and they can't establish any relationship at all, depending on the specific person.”

“In other words, your interpersonal interactions seem to be taking the initiative, but in fact, whether you can successfully establish a relationship of mutual trust completely depends on the other person's personality. You are actually the passive one.”

“Although I don't think Hayato Hayama is an expert in interpersonal relationships, he can at least chat with people of any personality. This is one of the abilities that a student council president, who will inevitably encounter many unexpected situations when handling student affairs, must possess.”

“From this point of view, the gap between you and him is more than just a little bit.”

Hearing these words, Yumiko Miura, who originally didn't think she could defeat Hayato Hayama, felt even more uncertain. After all, her personality was so strong and proud. If she really lost in the student council election, it would be a bit unacceptable.

“Um…”

Yumiko Miura tentatively asked.

“Compared to Hayama-kun, do I not have any advantages?”

“Yes, you do.”

Before Yumiko Miura could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Yozora explain in a serious manner.

“You are a girl, and a very beautiful girl. With just this point, you can defeat Hayato Hayama.”

Yumiko Miura: “...Hearing you praise me for being beautiful makes me happy, but wanting to win the student council election based solely on appearance is too naive, right? Besides, Hayama-kun's popularity among girls is also second in the school…”

“Hmm?”

Yozora picked up the Coca-Cola again and took a sip, asking back.

“Then who is number one? Hmm? Whose popularity is number one? Did I ask? ”

Yumiko Miura knew that Yozora was abstract, but she didn't expect him to be so abstract. She could only helplessly hold her forehead and sigh.

“You, it's you, okay? The key is that you are number one in popularity, but it's not me.”

“Eh, that's what I'm talking about.”

Yozora said with a smile.

“If you weren't a good-looking girl, I wouldn't be helping you. This is your greatest and unshakeable advantage compared to Hayato Hayama, which is being able to obtain朕's help.”

“Uh…”

Yumiko Miura felt that this sounded like it made some sense at first, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it didn't make any sense, but when she wanted to refute it, she found that there was indeed nothing wrong with these words.

It sounded very strange, and it actually was very strange, but it was strangely logical.

Is this the power of the King of Strange Talk at Sobu High? It's truly terrifying.

“So…”

Yumiko Miura tried to regain the initiative to guide the topic.

“Do you have a specific plan?”

“Plan? Why would I need something like that.”

Yozora waved his hand casually, looking confident.

“I only need to say something to the school, and I can ensure that you will be elected, and you will be elected with an overwhelming advantage. You don't need to do anything, just wait quietly and then become the student council president.”

“This…”

Upon hearing this, Yumiko Miura couldn't help but show a complex expression.

“Then what… what do I need to do?”

“I already said, you don’t need to do anything.”

Yozora shook his head, seemingly a little impatient.

“As long as I participate, that is the decisive factor for success. As long as you don't do anything too outrageous, such as publicly hitting someone in front of the entire school, or hitting a teacher during class, you will definitely be elected smoothly. Your personal efforts are completely meaningless, so you might as well just do nothing.”

Hearing these straightforward words, noticing Yozora's indescribable gaze, as if he didn't take this matter or herself to heart at all, Yumiko Miura's seemingly arrogant but actually very sensitive and fragile self-esteem was deeply hurt at this moment.

“I don’t need to do anything? But…”

“No buts.”

Yozora interrupted very rudely and even began to question her.

“Isn't this what you wanted? Achieving success with the help of others when you can't solve things with your own ability. As for whether your own efforts or the help of others is more important, is there really any essential difference between them? It's like a disabled person using crutches and a wheelchair, aren't they both disabled?”

Faced with such aggressive words, Yumiko Miura was stunned for a while, and then tears couldn't help but well up in her eyes. She lowered her head, not wanting Yozora to see her crying, feeling that she was too weak. In the end, she just stood up, the falling tears falling in the air, and said softly.

“Okay, I understand.”

Then, she left the café directly, as if running away.

After Yumiko Miura left, a smiling voice came from the next table.

“You, you really don't show any mercy when talking to such a cute girl. This really doesn't seem like something you would do.”

“Like something you would do, right?”

Yozora turned his head, looked at Yagami Light sitting there, who had just spoken, and L beside him, picked up the unfinished can of Coca-Cola and walked over, replying in a flat tone.

“To help people with different personalities grow, different solutions naturally need to be used. If it were you, you would probably understand my good intentions.”